Eli's eyes widened instinctively as she missed her third hit, and she stumbled slightly when her fist didn't connect with anything. She let out a grunt of frustration, realizing this was one fast motherfucker she was dealing with.

She turned around quickly- albeit not as quickly as Majima had moved- and offered him her angriest stare.

"What the fuck is that?"

And she tried to kick him in the chest.